Joan Smith & the Jane Does - Irrational Anthem

You beat me to it
Beat me to it
I can't fight through it
Can't fight through it at all
I fell into the ground again
It hurts but not that bad
Ripped a hole into my hand again
The blood washed off with sand
March within your ranks again
And give me all of your truths
Pull a branch straight off the tree and beat the shit out of your youth
I can see your zealotry
I can smell your remedy
Now I fear your ecstasy
Here we go now we're cooking with glass
It's breaking off every wall
Melts into one effigy of vices I can't recall
I can see your zealotry
I can smell your remedy
Now I fear your sanity
And I know you proved me wrong
You beat me to it
Beat me to it
I can't fight through it
Can't fight through it at all
At all
At all
What's the good in believing what's best
Will always turn out the worst
Light yourself and your house on fire
Won't prove you had any curse
I can see your zealotry
I can smell your remedy
Now I fear your sanity
And I know that you proved me wrong
You beat me to it
Beat me to it
I can't fight through it
Can't fight through it at all
At all
At all
And I wish you suffered consequences
What's the good in believing what's best
Will always turn out the worst
Light house and yourself on fire
Won't prove you had any curse
Did a fucking witch or a mummy ever catch you breaking any rules
Or did you just lose sight of anything
That doesn't scream that it's cruel
You beat me to it
Beat me to it
I can't fight through it
Can't fight through it at all
At all
At all
You beat me to it
Beat me to it
I can't fight through it
Can't fight through it at all
At all
At all
And I wish you suffered consequences

Written by:
Joan Smith, Thomas Juhas

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